In an interesting turn of events I became acquainted with
certain characteristics of colossal intrigue regarding the human behavior , in
a condition of total aloofness we feel like there is something that is stuck up
in our arse which renders to act rather impulsively. There is no moral
obligation or lapse as far as we are able to satiate our consciousness with a
cogent justification , we can even justify murders and massacres because as
humans we don’t want to be on a guilt trip that could fuck with our self-woven
cobweb of fake happiness but at the end of everything what baffles me is how
much one degrades themselves to achieve that level of pseudo-zen.On one hand our philosophies boast of certain moralities that even Oxygen would seem less important but most of us don’t literally give a fuck about morals and stamp upon it without deliberation to possess and follow our desires , then why this façade of ethics and decency when we all worship debauchery , why this improvisation, a constant obligation of projecting oneself as decent, lying to oneself , to each other on every damned day of your life. Isn’t your whole life composed of a bunch of lies, imagine if people started to show what they actually are and what apparently are they made of , the world will then see the chaos it deserves. Why don’t we just gift ourselves with a holocaust that our pathetic species is craving for , we have designed and engineered devices that make us unhappy , emotions that are disposable, and no love, how much hope do you think we have with such a perilous amalgamation, hope this world ends soon enough.
